Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Open up, it's the government.

How'd you figure that out?

I pulled him out of the wreckage myself, as if that weren't obvious from the many love nips on my face.

Yeah, big rope.

Yeah, I got that little space monkey you're looking for.

It must have all just been a sweet dream.

Maybe they want to chop us up and put us into jars of formaldehyde and then keep us in separate cabinets so we never, ever, ever see each other again.

Think about the place where you

Wow, they were close.

Stewie, where are you going?

Oh, well, I guess it's okay, as long as you promise to send us the leftovers.

Sharon, that's the smell of fear.

But will you just excuse me for a moment because I have to go in the kitchen and make a private and totally unrelated phone call.

I must now face the cruel reality that man is alone in the universe.

Damn peddlers with their reflective collars.

I don't care if I live or if I die or if I get really, really fat.

So where is Spewy?